Finally I completely give myself over to the pull of exhaustion, shutting everything else out.
~ ~ ~
It’s dark in my head.
And out of the blackness comes a vision.
There’s a man whose face is blurry, but just from his presence I can tell there is a gentleness about him. A gentleness that keeps me calm. Keeps me sane. A gentleness that fills me up with hope and love and happiness. His fingers skim my bare skin as he fiddles with my bra strap. His hands are warm. He kisses my shoulder blade, “I’ve missed you beautiful,” he tells me in a deep, soothing voice, his moist lips against my shoulder blade.
I respond with a smile and, “I’ve missed you too.”
He grazes my skin with his teeth and the titillating feeling sends a thousand sparks surging through my nerve endings. Then his lips are everywhere. In my hair. Against my ear. On my collarbone. Every part of me smolders as a passionate feeling embarks on a journey to my heart.
I look down. My clothes are gone. And I can’t remember if I’ve been naked during this entire fantasy-like dream or if at some point the man in front of me ripped them off because he’s naked too. I still can’t see his face, but I reach up and trace his taut jawline before trailing my fingers down his hard, muscled chest. He growls, and I revel in the ravenous and hungry sound that just left his throat. It’s not an angry and menacing growl. It’s a growl of pleasure. A growl of want.
“Come closer,” he beckons and motions with his finger.
I’m on top of something flat. The surface is smooth, slick, and the coolness of it reverberates through my pores and mixes in with the burning desire simmering in my veins and sends jolts of hot and cold plummeting through every nook and cranny of my body. I start to shimmy to the edge of the surface, still unsure of what I’m lying on, but the man at the edge is needy. I’m not moving fast enough for him.
He shoots his arms out with a groan and grips my waist with force. His fingers bite into my flesh as he presses down harder and slides me so close to him that our bodies are almost connected. Then he hovers over me, twirls a strand of my black hair around his finger, pulls my face close to his, and breathes into my ear, “That’s better, gorgeous.” His lips graze my lower earlobe and his warm breath trails down the nape of my neck. There’s a force building up inside of me that I need to let out. My legs tremble. My skin is on fire. I swallow a loud groan stuck in my throat to keeping myself from screaming his name.
But that’s impossible.
I can’t scream his name because his face is still blurred in my vision so I have no idea who he is.
My heart is telling me it’s Damien but my mind is telling me it’s not.
He grabs my chin and jerks my face towards his. I wish I could see him. I wish could gaze into his eyes and get lost there because I can feel them on my skin. I can feel the wicked way they’re devouring my body. Suddenly he smothers my lips with his and I become so wrapped up with the way his tongue is teasing mine that I forget my name. What I’m doing. The part of me that has been questioning who this man is.
He shoves me back onto the smooth surface and my back hits it, hard. The blunt force almost knocks the wind out of my lungs and I stare up at this strange man who is ravishing me with wide eyes. He’s rough. And I’m surprised—mostly at myself—by how much I like it. I struggle to find words. My breathing is shallow. Unsteady. Finally I manage, “What are you doing?”
The man lets out a pleasureful yet hungry sigh and trails his fingers down the length of my body. Goosebumps arise and I arch my back in response to his touch. There’s a throaty groan rumbling in my ears and I’m not sure if he is making that sound or if I am. He hooks his arm through the curve of my back as he crawls onto the surface with me. Then he pulls me into his lap, gently licks my lips, and tucks a piece of my loose
~ ~ ~
It’s dark in my head.
And out of the blackness comes a vision.
There’s a man whose face is blurry, but just from his presence I can tell there is a gentleness about him. A gentleness that keeps me calm. Keeps me sane. A gentleness that fills me up with hope and love and happiness. His fingers skim my bare skin as he fiddles with my bra strap. His hands are warm. He kisses my shoulder blade, “I’ve missed you beautiful,” he tells me in a deep, soothing voice, his moist lips against my shoulder blade.
I respond with a smile and, “I’ve missed you too.”
He grazes my skin with his teeth and the titillating feeling sends a thousand sparks surging through my nerve endings. Then his lips are everywhere. In my hair. Against my ear. On my collarbone. Every part of me smolders as a passionate feeling embarks on a journey to my heart.
I look down. My clothes are gone. And I can’t remember if I’ve been naked during this entire fantasy-like dream or if at some point the man in front of me ripped them off because he’s naked too. I still can’t see his face, but I reach up and trace his taut jawline before trailing my fingers down his hard, muscled chest. He growls, and I revel in the ravenous and hungry sound that just left his throat. It’s not an angry and menacing growl. It’s a growl of pleasure. A growl of want.
“Come closer,” he beckons and motions with his finger.
I’m on top of something flat. The surface is smooth, slick, and the coolness of it reverberates through my pores and mixes in with the burning desire simmering in my veins and sends jolts of hot and cold plummeting through every nook and cranny of my body. I start to shimmy to the edge of the surface, still unsure of what I’m lying on, but the man at the edge is needy. I’m not moving fast enough for him.
He shoots his arms out with a groan and grips my waist with force. His fingers bite into my flesh as he presses down harder and slides me so close to him that our bodies are almost connected. Then he hovers over me, twirls a strand of my black hair around his finger, pulls my face close to his, and breathes into my ear, “That’s better, gorgeous.” His lips graze my lower earlobe and his warm breath trails down the nape of my neck. There’s a force building up inside of me that I need to let out. My legs tremble. My skin is on fire. I swallow a loud groan stuck in my throat to keeping myself from screaming his name.
But that’s impossible.
I can’t scream his name because his face is still blurred in my vision so I have no idea who he is.
My heart is telling me it’s Damien but my mind is telling me it’s not.
He grabs my chin and jerks my face towards his. I wish I could see him. I wish could gaze into his eyes and get lost there because I can feel them on my skin. I can feel the wicked way they’re devouring my body. Suddenly he smothers my lips with his and I become so wrapped up with the way his tongue is teasing mine that I forget my name. What I’m doing. The part of me that has been questioning who this man is.
He shoves me back onto the smooth surface and my back hits it, hard. The blunt force almost knocks the wind out of my lungs and I stare up at this strange man who is ravishing me with wide eyes. He’s rough. And I’m surprised—mostly at myself—by how much I like it. I struggle to find words. My breathing is shallow. Unsteady. Finally I manage, “What are you doing?”
The man lets out a pleasureful yet hungry sigh and trails his fingers down the length of my body. Goosebumps arise and I arch my back in response to his touch. There’s a throaty groan rumbling in my ears and I’m not sure if he is making that sound or if I am. He hooks his arm through the curve of my back as he crawls onto the surface with me. Then he pulls me into his lap, gently licks my lips, and tucks a piece of my loose
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